Split/Whole Time - Lil Yachty: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Split/Whole Time

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Split/Whole Time è stato pubblicato il 29 maggio 2020 da Quality Control Music/Motown Records come parte dell'album Lil Boat 3

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PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Yachty

Vocals

Earl on the Beat

Earl on the Beat

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Miles Parks McCollum

Miles Parks McCollum

Songwriter

Isaac Earl Bynum

Isaac Earl Bynum

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Earl on the Beat

Earl on the Beat

Producer

Thomas “Tillie” Mann

Mixing Engineer

Gentuar Memishi

Gentuar Memishi

Recording Engineer

Colin Leonard

Mastering Engineer

Testi

[Intro]

Sippin' the peach soda

Them **** inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (Frrp)

Sippin' the peach soda

Them **** inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (Frrp)

Sippin' the peach soda

Them **** inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over

I'ma rap 'til the beat is over

Two Chanel bags, the same price as my mink sofa

And I move like the king cobra

Slimin' them out, dawg, I didn't have to think it over

(Earl on the beat)

Frrp

[Instrumental]

Sippin' the peach soda

Them **** inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (Uh)

I'ma rap 'til the beat is over (Uh)

Two Chanel bags, the same price as my mink sofa (Go)

And I move like the king cobra (Go)

Slimin' them out, dawg, I didn't have to think it over (Slatt)

This lil' bitch, I'ma bend her over

After I'm done, call the gang, I'ma send her over (Gang)

I'm in tune with the UPS (Yeah)

Waitin' on packages, KPreme gon' do the rest

Got some bitches in Budapest

Strapped with them Ks, they walk around wearin' bullet vests (Ooh, frrp)

I need you to do more but speak less

Youngins gon' open, uh

Youngins gon' open 'em up like some Mucinex (Go)

Give me top, baby, keep the sex (Go)

My dick get bigger when I see a money check

Used to didn't have a hundred bands (Beep)

Now I'm outside with the gang doin' the money dance

I'm in rush hour, roadrunnin' (Mm)

I'm in rush hour, roadrunnin' like Jackie Chan

My big brother was beatin' pans (Beat it)

Lil' brother psyched out, he might go shoot your mans (Buh, buh, beep)

Sunday through Sunday (Sunday)

I got them bitches comin' on the runway (On the runway)

Fuck with the feng shui (Fuck with)

Break a bitch back like the wood with a sensei

Fuck did that **** say? (Fuck 'em)

You wasn't 'round at the gym back at Lindley

(Beep) Split

[Intro]

Yeah

Uh-huh (Told my slime Earl, hold it, uh)

Yeah (Hold that shit down and they gon' see it)

Uh-huh (You gon' see it and now he see it)

(Really held it down)

Uh-huh (Feel me?)

Uh-huh (For real), uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 1]

(Beep) Look (Go)

I'm hated the most, I don't give a damn (Go)

I used to swipe, finesse through the Skype

Through the night, I would eat on the Grand Slam (Swipe)

Don't be like me, I'm a millionaire

Still ridin' dirty 'round town like Chamillionaire (Don't be like me, woo)

These **** softer than Build-A-Bear

Penthouse, then make her eat with no silverware (Shit, ayy, fuck, for real)

I'm crackin' this bitch like some software (Go)

I got her boyfriend on my crosshair

He talkin' down (Phew), go the sound

I'm in New York, need a loft here (Damn)

Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' boss here (Damn)

No, ain't no **** soft here (Fuck 'em)

My **** down, they came from the town (Phew)

They let it off here (Slatt)

Audemars Piguet, ice me (Ice)

Where I be fuckin' this Pisces?

She wanna beat up a wifey (She was down)

I like the baguettes, I like these emeralds

Damn, them shits look like a icy (Ice)

Different in school, check out the IQ

I made more guap than the IT (Shit, yeah)

[Chorus]

Nah, whole time **** hold shit down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)

Yeah, whole time **** never lied, **** keep a hundred rounds (Whole time, frrt)

Yeah, home alone, **** run up on me, do 'em like Macaulay Culkin (Shit, shit, shit, yeah)

Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I ain't drivin', leave it parkin' (Fif')

[Verse 2]

Lot of my choices was dumb shit

Gang pull up on the block and they dump shit

My **** got red on their head

Red on their head on some Trump shit (Brrt)

I'm swervin' the 'Burban down Highland (Skrrt)

Swervin' the whip on some drunk shit (Swerve)

I'm not a fighter at all

But I stomp his head, wanted him dead (Prrt, prrt, prrt)

Won't get a foot in my conscience (Poh)

These bitches hang 'round for the content (Bitch)

It took me way outta context (Oh)

My youngin' gon' blow like a Semtex (Shit, beep)

Ill everywhere like some Germ-X (Yee)

Just tell my **** his turn next (God)

Burn that shit down

Don't play with me, bitch, I'ma burn up (Burn)

Yeah (Burn), young ****, earn that (Brrt)

Don't speak on no shit you don't know about

Before you speak on it, go learn that

Shit, shit, yeah (Shit)

For real, keepin' this shit for real (Beep)

Three in the two like Shaquille

I don't even know how to feel (Yeah, beep)

[Chorus]

Nah, whole time **** hold shit down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)

Yeah, whole time **** never lied, **** keep a hundreds rounds (Whole time, frrt)

Yeah, home alone, **** run up on me, do 'em like Macaulay Caulkin (Shit, shit, shit, yeah)

Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I ain't drive it, leave it parkin' (Fif')

[Outro]

Frrt, frrt (Go)

Frrt, frrt

Frrt, frrt

Written by: Isaac Earl Bynum, Miles Parks McCollum

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